Sans AU One-Shots

Horror❀ || dolls.

This depicts a radioactive level of toxicity - bad people, bad scenarios, bad choices - and none of this is meant to be romanticized, only explored. Trauma manifests in many ways, and its psychological effects are fascinating, especially when you combine many different flavors together under one roof in the form of the Bad Sanses.

Pairing: Horrortale Sans x Female Reader
Prompt: Nightmare gives the minions a 'doll' to use however they wish, which leads to the doll getting all types of unrestrained aggression and abuse before eventually being discarded in favor of a new one. You don't know what happened to the previous one, all you know is you're the target of the skeletons' unresolved trauma and Killer's getting bored of you, prompting him to suggest that Nightmare finds a new one - but you can't be discarded back to the life Nightmare saved you from.
Type: long story with smut at the end
Length: 18.5k words
Background: The 'dolls' referred to in this one-shot aren't actual dolls but humans they treat like a doll, I just wanna clarify that lol.
Notes: This is a cruel, heartless version of the Bad Sanses, where I fully embrace how awful they are and don't shy away from how they'd treat a plaything like you designed to be used then discarded. I usually provide a more nuanced look at them - negating most of their evil in favor of realistic character flaws & strengths & motivations. But not for this one. This time, I'm throwing you to the wolves. (But can I ever truly provide no nuance at all?)
Main trigger warning: psychological abuse, but viewer discretion is advised for all of this, so if you're easily disturbed, you should steer clear. | So, this might be a little presumptuous, but as I was writing this, I realized that this doll idea has some potential - both in the Stars saving the dolls from their fate and the Bad Sanses growing to care about the dolls in their own fucked up way - and I'm just wondering...would y'all be interested in seeing other characters get a Doll Y/n one-shot? Feel free to tell me that I'm stupid for even suggesting it in the first place if not, but if so, who? (Yes you're allowed to read this then get back to me lol)

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(Y/n) picked at the unfurled seam of the blanket pooled at her hips, gaze transfixed on the scattered belongings around the room, though it would've been presumptuous to imply she was truly seeing any of it. Her mind was elsewhere, focused not on what she was looking at but where it all came from, who it all came from. She was allowed one object from home to bring with her - not that she had a home nor anything to bring in the first place - but clearly these previous dolls had a place they could call their own and things to bring with them because they were strewn about the room like decoration. And that terrified her. How many other girls had been in her place? Because none of them were here now.

She still vividly recalled the scared blue eyes of the girl before her, shimmering like crystal as tears filled them like she knew what would come next, but (Y/n) didn't know what happened to her. Maybe she went home, back to the world Nightmare plucked her out of, and that haunted look in her eyes was nothing more than the realization she'd never see the others again - no matter what she endured because of them.

A loud crash outside of the doll room made (Y/n)'s elbows pull into her sides as her hands squeezed around the blanket, dreading what came next, and the shouts that followed were angry and violent. It was far enough down the hall she didn't have to worry about a Gaster Blaster beam going through the door or a bone lodging in the wood and knocking it from its hinges - hopefully - but it didn't put her soul at ease. The yelling continued to raise in volume despite the voices heading in the other direction, the owners of said voices teetering on the brink of a fight, and it made the girl's whole body shiver with fear. She pulled her knees to her chest, letting the blanket slip to the musty floor soundlessly.

Long after the voices had dwindled into silence and she was staring through the items strewn around the room once more did she finally let her feet fall back to the floor with nary a sound. The stress steadily ebbed out of her system but it never fully left, her fight or flight instincts in a constant state of paranoia, and even her stomach didn't chance growling for fear of what might hear it.